Post by Demitrius Oronra on Oct 15, 2009 20:12:50 GMT -5
Name: Alistair, Demitrius Hephaestion Oronra
Age: 367
Member Group: Remorseful Demon
Character History:
Demitrius was born of the Fae. Not exactly a fairy, but close enough. Perhaps they were a little more pure. He existed with the utopia of the other side, where he and his kin all lived. But Demitrius, then Alistair, was not content to see only peace, only love. He formed for himself a humanlike body and entered the physical world. He did not realize until it was too late that the physical body he chose; a tall, effeminately curvy and regal black male, was not appreciated in those times, namely 1734, in London.
He judged humanity, based on what he witnessed in London. He was forced to take lives on his first night in the world. The men who came at him, they were poor, dirty and filled with lust and hatred. He tore them to pieces. They were grown men, his body was that of a young man, but their strength was like that of children compared to his. They were slow in their movements, as though when they ran at him with their rusty knives they were barely moving at all.
He found the rich equally weak and stupid, and manipulated them so he could also enjoy their monetary security. Many of the super rich joined the ranks of the destitute because of the Fae's whims. He continued to devolve over the decades, finding more pleasure in things forbidden for his people than the things which he was naturally inclined to like. He incinerated whole forests, just to see them burn. He would order children to be killed by torture, just to see their expressions. (Sometimes he even went through with the execution) He would enter a fief and overthrow the current lord or sheriff, only to vacate it a week later. His behavior was unpredictable and generally without motive, but it was always violent and evil.
On his 200th birthday, he touched one of his favorite jewel, and watched as it was instantly destroyed. Demitrius, still called Alistair, then, went to the nearest mirror and saw what he had guessed was only legend. His teeth were long, and sharp. His eyes were rimmed in red and his skin was as pale as it could be. He was a demon. It took ten years to be able to touch someone or something without erasing them from existence.
After the initial shock, Demitrius took to his new existence as well as he could. He was, formerly, a creature of light (mostly) and fragements of his true nature always survived, no matter how hard he tried to stamp it out. The turning point for Demitrius came when his one and only friend, an ancient vampire named Culpano, after decades of guilt for a millennium of visiting death and horror on innocent people and vampires, greeted the sun to atone for his crimes. Demitrius was cast into a seemingly bottomless pit of despair and conflict over his friend's sacrifice. He began to doubt his own right over life, and after a little over thirty years of contemplation, he had made his decision. He would atone, but not through death. He would give life, instead of taking it. In the end, he would become an angel, and dedicate his eternity to helping others. His first good deed was to save a little girl from being raped and murdered by torturing her captor into insanity, then tearing him apart. He delivered the little girl to the police, both of them drenched in blood. It's a start, I suppose. But he had a lot of work to do. He chose for himself a new name and set out.
Personality:
..:. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND .:..
The most visible aspect of Demitrius's personality was his internal conflict, which is so powerful, it bled into his behavior and mannerisms. He was in a constant struggle with his made demonic nature, while trying so desperately to revert to his fae nature, and go beyond it. He was automatically inclined to initiate destruction, seize power, torture and injure, but he did not want to do any of those things. Therefore, he found himself having to carefully control his every behavior until his natural reaction was to do good.
..:.CUNNING AS A SERPENT.:..
He was not a coward, but was not affected by other people's opinions of when retreat was necessary. When the battle was difficult, he would cheat without hesitation, and when the conflict was lost, Demitrius would gladly flee and strategize a way to win without placing himself in harm's way. In addition, Demitrius could be a conniving at times, and if he found a reason to dislike someone, he was more likely to dig up dirt on them and spread it around the world than to confront them directly. He reasoned that this psychological warfare was a much more lasting punishment than a direct confrontation would be. He claimed that he could win battles without having to ever unleash his power. In addition, Demitrius was at least usually, exceedingly arrogant. He was, after all, a centuries old demon who had gone through more than many of those who are older than him had, and he had come out relatively unscathed.
..:.THE PRIVILEGE OF WISDOM.:..
As an old, experienced being, Demitrius was extremely intelligent. Once you got around the strange sayings and unconventional belief sets, he was quite wise, indeed. A rather unexpected part of his emotional range, however, was an almost supernatural empathic sense. People tended to reveal their secret troubles and emotions to him, because they sensed that he can truly understand what they were feeling. He used this talent often, and without restraint. It was because of this that it was almost impossible to look him in the eye and lie. He did, however, understand the inherent importance and responsibility, and happened to enjoy helping others with their problems. He had always had this talent, but he now uses it to help people, instead of for manipulation.
..:. NOT QUITE A LIAR, BUT... .:..
One thing Demitrius has mastered is the art of half-truths. He rarely outright lies, but when he has something to hide, he may answer the question to your knowledge, but in his head he is changing the subject and talking about something completely different. He tends to be vague on important issues of his life and work, and because of this, it is almost impossible to get a straight answer about touchy subjects unless you can work around his double talk.
..:.NOT SAFE...BUT GOOD.:..
On the other side of his personality he was generally a gentle man, with a soft healing touch and a open heart and mind. He was very careful to be patient and slow to anger, yet, with all of this patience, Demitrius could be provoked. His wrath was swift and terrible, his retribution fair, by his reasoning. This was a complete shift from his usual offbeat, slightly guarded personality, and could be quite terrifying to witness. Although relatively rare, his rage, if left unchecked, could quickly and easily spin out of control. He thus worked diligently to be unbothered by anything that would normally anger him.
Future Plans for your character Well, Demitrius is determined to become an angel, and so his actions will follow this trend. He's not allowed a charge to protect, and isn't actually acknowledged as being on the path, so he's interested in becoming more like a Fae and doing good deeds until he's allowed to work towards becoming an angel. In addition, I have a storyline for Demitrius where he forces himself into the will of a human billionaire, then kills him for the money, which he claims he needs to do 'greater good.' Demitrius has a fair amount of money and valuables to his name, but most of them were sold or stolen when he went into seclusion. Anyway, I plan to explore this line between good and evil with him in the future.
Have you read the books Yes. Multiple times, for each.
Sample RP
A smile crept across Demitrius's face as he grasped the handle of the door before him and pulled. A blast of cool, musty air greeted him as he stepped into the Magic Box. He lowered the gorgeous blue Mau to the floor from his right hand, and sipped hot coffee from the Starbucks cup in his left hand. The cat gazed magisterially at a patron near her as she trotted alongside her master.
Demitrius looked around at the plethora of merchandise as he moved towards the back of the store. He paused a moment; the words etched into the spine of the book caught his attention. "Telekinesis: Control the Mind... Control the Rest." He had nearly every book published on variations of his ability, but this one, he had not seen. He pulled it from the shelf, and glanced at the table of contents. He immediately closed it and tucked it in his bag; it may prove useful, eventually. He continued browsing for a minute, more to draw attention away from himself than because he really wanted anything.
He eventually found himself in the Demonology section, exactly where he wanted to be. He looked around to affirm his solitude, then drew a large, ancient book from the shelf. He gazed silently at the Latin words on its cover. Excitement welled up in him as he lowered his head and pressed his lips to the cover. He kissed it lightly, then whispered, "Yeshua; I wish to drink, that I may be full." Demitrius raised his head quickly as the book flew open, revealing a tiny, ancient codex.
Demitrius smiled down at the little book, then gently plucked it from its resting place. He slid the demonology book back into its spot, then looked back at the book again. The faded words on he cover were in Aramaic. He had not mastered the language yet, but, he knew theses words.
"Drink, that ye shall be full."
Demitrius quickly opened the book and read the first page as fast as he could. Bingo. The Words were most certainly here. He flipped to the back; he had waited long enough, he wanted them now. But, past the second page, every page was nearly blank. Only four words were scribbled across the top of them. "You are not ready."
s*it. They were really serious about the power of these words. One word could kill a demon, two could toast a building, three...would end the world. He would have to go it the long way.
Demitrius looked up suddenly, as he heard footsteps heading in his direction. He stashed the codex in his coat pocket. He used a tiny amount of concentration to hold the pocket tightly closed, should one decide to get grabby. He snatched a different demonology book from the shelf and opened it to a page on incubi, looking around as the foosteps came around the corner.
Age: 367
Member Group: Remorseful Demon
Character History:
Demitrius was born of the Fae. Not exactly a fairy, but close enough. Perhaps they were a little more pure. He existed with the utopia of the other side, where he and his kin all lived. But Demitrius, then Alistair, was not content to see only peace, only love. He formed for himself a humanlike body and entered the physical world. He did not realize until it was too late that the physical body he chose; a tall, effeminately curvy and regal black male, was not appreciated in those times, namely 1734, in London.
He judged humanity, based on what he witnessed in London. He was forced to take lives on his first night in the world. The men who came at him, they were poor, dirty and filled with lust and hatred. He tore them to pieces. They were grown men, his body was that of a young man, but their strength was like that of children compared to his. They were slow in their movements, as though when they ran at him with their rusty knives they were barely moving at all.
He found the rich equally weak and stupid, and manipulated them so he could also enjoy their monetary security. Many of the super rich joined the ranks of the destitute because of the Fae's whims. He continued to devolve over the decades, finding more pleasure in things forbidden for his people than the things which he was naturally inclined to like. He incinerated whole forests, just to see them burn. He would order children to be killed by torture, just to see their expressions. (Sometimes he even went through with the execution) He would enter a fief and overthrow the current lord or sheriff, only to vacate it a week later. His behavior was unpredictable and generally without motive, but it was always violent and evil.
On his 200th birthday, he touched one of his favorite jewel, and watched as it was instantly destroyed. Demitrius, still called Alistair, then, went to the nearest mirror and saw what he had guessed was only legend. His teeth were long, and sharp. His eyes were rimmed in red and his skin was as pale as it could be. He was a demon. It took ten years to be able to touch someone or something without erasing them from existence.
After the initial shock, Demitrius took to his new existence as well as he could. He was, formerly, a creature of light (mostly) and fragements of his true nature always survived, no matter how hard he tried to stamp it out. The turning point for Demitrius came when his one and only friend, an ancient vampire named Culpano, after decades of guilt for a millennium of visiting death and horror on innocent people and vampires, greeted the sun to atone for his crimes. Demitrius was cast into a seemingly bottomless pit of despair and conflict over his friend's sacrifice. He began to doubt his own right over life, and after a little over thirty years of contemplation, he had made his decision. He would atone, but not through death. He would give life, instead of taking it. In the end, he would become an angel, and dedicate his eternity to helping others. His first good deed was to save a little girl from being raped and murdered by torturing her captor into insanity, then tearing him apart. He delivered the little girl to the police, both of them drenched in blood. It's a start, I suppose. But he had a lot of work to do. He chose for himself a new name and set out.
Personality:
..:. I DO NOT UNDERSTAND .:..
The most visible aspect of Demitrius's personality was his internal conflict, which is so powerful, it bled into his behavior and mannerisms. He was in a constant struggle with his made demonic nature, while trying so desperately to revert to his fae nature, and go beyond it. He was automatically inclined to initiate destruction, seize power, torture and injure, but he did not want to do any of those things. Therefore, he found himself having to carefully control his every behavior until his natural reaction was to do good.
..:.CUNNING AS A SERPENT.:..
He was not a coward, but was not affected by other people's opinions of when retreat was necessary. When the battle was difficult, he would cheat without hesitation, and when the conflict was lost, Demitrius would gladly flee and strategize a way to win without placing himself in harm's way. In addition, Demitrius could be a conniving at times, and if he found a reason to dislike someone, he was more likely to dig up dirt on them and spread it around the world than to confront them directly. He reasoned that this psychological warfare was a much more lasting punishment than a direct confrontation would be. He claimed that he could win battles without having to ever unleash his power. In addition, Demitrius was at least usually, exceedingly arrogant. He was, after all, a centuries old demon who had gone through more than many of those who are older than him had, and he had come out relatively unscathed.
..:.THE PRIVILEGE OF WISDOM.:..
As an old, experienced being, Demitrius was extremely intelligent. Once you got around the strange sayings and unconventional belief sets, he was quite wise, indeed. A rather unexpected part of his emotional range, however, was an almost supernatural empathic sense. People tended to reveal their secret troubles and emotions to him, because they sensed that he can truly understand what they were feeling. He used this talent often, and without restraint. It was because of this that it was almost impossible to look him in the eye and lie. He did, however, understand the inherent importance and responsibility, and happened to enjoy helping others with their problems. He had always had this talent, but he now uses it to help people, instead of for manipulation.
..:. NOT QUITE A LIAR, BUT... .:..
One thing Demitrius has mastered is the art of half-truths. He rarely outright lies, but when he has something to hide, he may answer the question to your knowledge, but in his head he is changing the subject and talking about something completely different. He tends to be vague on important issues of his life and work, and because of this, it is almost impossible to get a straight answer about touchy subjects unless you can work around his double talk.
..:.NOT SAFE...BUT GOOD.:..
On the other side of his personality he was generally a gentle man, with a soft healing touch and a open heart and mind. He was very careful to be patient and slow to anger, yet, with all of this patience, Demitrius could be provoked. His wrath was swift and terrible, his retribution fair, by his reasoning. This was a complete shift from his usual offbeat, slightly guarded personality, and could be quite terrifying to witness. Although relatively rare, his rage, if left unchecked, could quickly and easily spin out of control. He thus worked diligently to be unbothered by anything that would normally anger him.
Future Plans for your character Well, Demitrius is determined to become an angel, and so his actions will follow this trend. He's not allowed a charge to protect, and isn't actually acknowledged as being on the path, so he's interested in becoming more like a Fae and doing good deeds until he's allowed to work towards becoming an angel. In addition, I have a storyline for Demitrius where he forces himself into the will of a human billionaire, then kills him for the money, which he claims he needs to do 'greater good.' Demitrius has a fair amount of money and valuables to his name, but most of them were sold or stolen when he went into seclusion. Anyway, I plan to explore this line between good and evil with him in the future.
Have you read the books Yes. Multiple times, for each.
Sample RP
A smile crept across Demitrius's face as he grasped the handle of the door before him and pulled. A blast of cool, musty air greeted him as he stepped into the Magic Box. He lowered the gorgeous blue Mau to the floor from his right hand, and sipped hot coffee from the Starbucks cup in his left hand. The cat gazed magisterially at a patron near her as she trotted alongside her master.
Demitrius looked around at the plethora of merchandise as he moved towards the back of the store. He paused a moment; the words etched into the spine of the book caught his attention. "Telekinesis: Control the Mind... Control the Rest." He had nearly every book published on variations of his ability, but this one, he had not seen. He pulled it from the shelf, and glanced at the table of contents. He immediately closed it and tucked it in his bag; it may prove useful, eventually. He continued browsing for a minute, more to draw attention away from himself than because he really wanted anything.
He eventually found himself in the Demonology section, exactly where he wanted to be. He looked around to affirm his solitude, then drew a large, ancient book from the shelf. He gazed silently at the Latin words on its cover. Excitement welled up in him as he lowered his head and pressed his lips to the cover. He kissed it lightly, then whispered, "Yeshua; I wish to drink, that I may be full." Demitrius raised his head quickly as the book flew open, revealing a tiny, ancient codex.
Demitrius smiled down at the little book, then gently plucked it from its resting place. He slid the demonology book back into its spot, then looked back at the book again. The faded words on he cover were in Aramaic. He had not mastered the language yet, but, he knew theses words.
"Drink, that ye shall be full."
Demitrius quickly opened the book and read the first page as fast as he could. Bingo. The Words were most certainly here. He flipped to the back; he had waited long enough, he wanted them now. But, past the second page, every page was nearly blank. Only four words were scribbled across the top of them. "You are not ready."
s*it. They were really serious about the power of these words. One word could kill a demon, two could toast a building, three...would end the world. He would have to go it the long way.
Demitrius looked up suddenly, as he heard footsteps heading in his direction. He stashed the codex in his coat pocket. He used a tiny amount of concentration to hold the pocket tightly closed, should one decide to get grabby. He snatched a different demonology book from the shelf and opened it to a page on incubi, looking around as the foosteps came around the corner.
